Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Oct 5, 2009 4:42:05 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Bellatrix Callidora Lestrange-Black
Nicknames: Bella, but only to those close to her. Call her that when you haven't earned her respect, and she will rip you to shreds.
Gender: female
Age: 40
Date of birth: December 5th, 1951
Job: Does crazy psychotic minion of a Dark Lord count as a job?
Play By: Helena Bonham-Carter
[THE MASK]
Hair color: A very deep dark brown, nearing black. That, or a black that resembles a deep dark brown enough.
Hair style: Bellatrix wears her hair long and most often loose. Cause of the frizz to it, it usually stands like a cloud around her head.
Eye color: Another shade of dark brown, again nearing the black.
Height: Bellatrix is quite tall for a woman, standing at near 5'8", like most of the Blacks. The entire family stands tall and Bellatrix is no different.
Weight: One should never aska lady for her weight, but it should suffice to say that she has a healthy weight.
Build: Bellatrix is built like a real woman, none of that stick thin, that is supposedly fashionable. Sure enough, she is on the slender side, but she still has curves, and a nice pair. But, it has to be said, Bellatrix is one of the lucky few who can eat near anything and gain only so little.
Fashion: Bellatrix prefers to wear proper witches' robes, but occasionally can be seen wearing pretty dresses from wellknown designers. However, in the service of a Dark Lord those are of course not always as convenient, so dark robes and low ankle boots. A dark cape is carried in case she has to do her work on a cold night, made of a heavy dark wool.
Distinguishing features: What distinguishes Bellatrix from the throng of Death Eaters are first and foremost that she is a woman, apparently, killing and torturing is mainly a man's profession. But look wise what distinguishes her are her height, her hair and her overall Black looks. Seeing as the larger part of the family is tall and dark, it's a bit like the Weasleys, only less pauperish, if you were to ask her.
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Bellatrix is a typical example of the biased Pureblood upbringing, elitist, and, in the case of the Blacks, ever so slightly insane. She has little regard for people's feelings, that is, if those people are outside of her little circle of interest, a thing that is surely asset when in the service of the Dark Lord as a torturer and excecutioner. She shows little guilt over her actions, if any at all, and even then she hides it well. Taught secrecy from an early age, and stoicism, as a good Pureblood never lets out her true thoughts to those unworthy of those. However, she is quick to judge people as unworthy, and will let them know by biting remarks. Next to all this, she is quick to anger, and instable, though her emotional range shown to the outside world stops at neutral and aggrevated or angry and agressive.
Outside of all the agressiveness and cruelty, of course, even she knows some love, but she only loves a few people, those being Narcissa, her son Draco, Regulus, who was such an improvement over his brother, and the Dark Lord. She did once upon a time love her other sister, but when she became a Blood Traitor this quickly turned from love, to hate. Of course, there is also somewhat of a lovelife, but not with her husband, as the marriage was completely arranged by their parents and is largely loveless, hence the lack of children, though she does enjoy the occasional in bed excersize. She is loyal, though perhaps not in the traditional marriage way, but more in the way that she sticks to the ideas and thoughts of those who have earned her respect, so far only a select few, the Dark Lord being the most prominent of those.
Other things that make her an excuisite torturer is that she relishes in causing pain in others, be it physical or, less common, psychological. From the moment she entered the world she was taught in the way of mindgames, according to her mother an integral part of life as a Pureblood wife, which she took to immediately, and the mindgames she has maintained all through her carreer in Hogwarts, and even now. She is manipulative, forcing victims to spill their guts when they don't want too, with some of the vilest methods. Though most often she uses magic to torture, she is not shy of using more mundane Muggle methods, such as a silver knife she carries with her, a gift given to her by her husband.
Likes: coffee
chocolate
her sister
pretty dresses
magic
hexes and curses
cats
regulus
mindgames
Dislikes: flying
lucius malfoy
naivety
muggleborns, mudbloods and blood traitors
dogs
house elves
sentimentality
vanilla
Habits: overflexing her fingers
playing with her silver knife
smokes
plays mindgames, whether she means to or not
Strengths: loyal
strongwilled
secrecy
stoicism
following orders (of those she respects)
the cruciatus curse
torture
mindgames
Weaknesses: loyal to a fault
narcissa, draco, regulus and the Dark lord
slightly insane
incapable to relate other people's emotions
elitist
Fears:being forsaken by the Dark Lord
losing Narcissa
others discovering she has fears
[BEHIND THE MASK]
Animagus: N/A
Patronus:
- When able to perform a patronus: Bellatrix has as of yet never performed a corporeal Patronus, but it does resemble something like a small hunting cat.
- Memory Used: A mix of memories, ranging from innocent childhood ones, to more vicious ones of being accepted into Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters.
Mirror of Erised: -
Amortentia: Leather, snakes, chocolate, metal, blood, freshly struck matches
Veritaserum: In concurrence to her Boggart. She actually does have feelings, and not just "evil" ones.
Boggart: People discovering she actually has fears, that she has feelings.
[WIZARDING INFORMATION]
Blood status: Pureblood
Special status: N/A
Wand: Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 & 3/4 inches, unyeilding
Allegiance: Inner circle Death Eater
[HISTORY]
Bellatrix was born the oldest daughter of two welfaring young Purebloods, Cygnus Black and Druella Black, neé Rosier. Sure enough, it wasn't the most loving marriage, but at least the two of them liked each other enough to share the bed and produce a daughter, unlike, later, her own marriage. She was born on a wintery night, and there was a fine layer of snow on the ground. She was an only child for two years long, being spoiled to her guts, which is the privilege of course of a wellborn Pureblood girl, born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. She was being paraded like she should, getting all the toys she wanted. But, when she was two years old, this changed. She was no longer an only child, now accompanied by a sister, Andromeda. She threw tantrum after tantrum when she figured out that a new baby meant less attention for her, but it was to no avail. However, as Andromeda grew older, Bellatrix realized she could be a playmate, perhaps, even though the girl was two years younger than she, but this of course gave opportunity for bossing her around.
Another two years later, another daughter made her presence, this one looking nothing like her two older sister, the dark bellatrix, Andromeda only a shade or so lighter and the Narcissa. Fair hair, and light eyes, in nothing did she look like her older sisters. However, despite their differences in looks, as soon as Narcissa was old enough to play along with Bellatrix and Andromeda, she was taken into their little group. The three girls had a good childhood, like that of any Pureblood child with well off parents. Garden parties, pretty dresses and all the toys they could wish for.
When Bella turned eleven, she got her letter, finally off to Hogwarts and once there she was sorted, predictably, into Slytherin, like her entire family had. She was quite popular, already having some friends there, children of other Purebloods, also in Slytherin. Like with their births, two years after followed Andromeda, who turned out to be a disappointment. The first one to be Sorted into a house other than Slytherin, like their cousin would, some years after, though Andromeda's was a lesser disappointment, being sorted into Ravenclaw. Fortunately enough, Narcissa after her, was better than that, again sorting into Slytherin. In her seventh year Bellatrix was introduced to the Dark Lord, together with a select group of other Slytherin, amongst whom her future husband and his brother. She was allowed to become a Death Eater, and flourished in the ranks, though not becoming part of the Inner Circle until after her marriage.
Ah yes, that marriage. Nowadays one marries out of love, but that of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, though they had been something like friends during their school years, was loveless, arranged by their parents. Sure enough, they worked well together, but lovewise there was little going on between the two of them, to this day.
Another two years later, another daughter made her presence, this one looking nothing like her two older sister, the dark bellatrix, Andromeda only a shade or so lighter and the Narcissa. Fair hair, and light eyes, in nothing did she look like her older sisters. However, despite their differences in looks, as soon as Narcissa was old enough to play along with Bellatrix and Andromeda, she was taken into their little group. The three girls had a good childhood, like that of any Pureblood child with well off parents. Garden parties, pretty dresses and all the toys they could wish for.
When Bella turned eleven, she got her letter, finally off to Hogwarts and once there she was sorted, predictably, into Slytherin, like her entire family had. She was quite popular, already having some friends there, children of other Purebloods, also in Slytherin. Like with their births, two years after followed Andromeda, who turned out to be a disappointment. The first one to be Sorted into a house other than Slytherin, like their cousin would, some years after, though Andromeda's was a lesser disappointment, being sorted into Ravenclaw. Fortunately enough, Narcissa after her, was better than that, again sorting into Slytherin. In her seventh year Bellatrix was introduced to the Dark Lord, together with a select group of other Slytherin, amongst whom her future husband and his brother. She was allowed to become a Death Eater, and flourished in the ranks, though not becoming part of the Inner Circle until after her marriage.
Ah yes, that marriage. Nowadays one marries out of love, but that of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, though they had been something like friends during their school years, was loveless, arranged by their parents. Sure enough, they worked well together, but lovewise there was little going on between the two of them, to this day.
[FAMILY]
Father: Cygnus Black the Third
Mother: Druella Black, neé Rosier
Siblings: Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks
Spouse/significant other: Rodolphus Lestrange, though it is a loveless marriage
Other: Sirius Black - Cousin
Madison Black - Sister in law
Rabastan Lestrange - Brother in law
Lucius Malfoy - Brother in law
Ted Tonks - Brother in law
Nymphadora Tonks - Niece
And several other Purebloods, whom I can't be othered naming all, claimed or unclaimed.
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: Anique
Experience: Three years
Found us through: Thanks to Lily, Sev and Lillith ^^
Other characters: None
Anything else: I'm absolutely lovable, and actually prefer playing werewolves, but Bellatrix is tons of fun too ^^
Roleplaying sample: A random post from the site where I got to know Lily, Lillith and Sev
The silence that hung in the air was a comfortable. Sometimes, with other people he might feel the need to keep talking, so there wouldn't be any uncomfortable silences, but he found himself quite surprised when it was a more comfortable one between the two of them, and a smile appeared on his face. He was suddenly reminded of a girl he had once known who would never shut up, or so it had seemed, driving him half mad with her inane babbling, and, so he thought contendedly, this was luckily different. Then, her answer to his statement he wouldn't be changing around Kit, and probably away from the pack too, that she would just follow him, if he would like that. He looked up, nodding. It wasn't much a matter of comfort, more of that it would be more convenient for him at the moment not to change around his fellow Alpha, as he had little desire to father any cubs just yet, nineteen was just a bit too young in his humble opinion. He nodded solemnly, "I do think it would be best. One of the advantages is, that if I were to turn on you during the full moon, probably the rest would do so too. And outrunning one werewolf can't be too bad. A pack though, hunts and drives intruders off together." His tone was not as light as it had been before, but that was merely out of concern than anything else. Sure enough, she wanted to be bitten, but he would still feel bad if it would be during her first run with them, plus he wasn't too sure whether they wouldn't just push over whatever she would be hiding in to get to the "intruder" anyway. Her pat on his hand made him look up again, as in the meantime he had been staring at the table. "Good to hear." He then shrugged, his tone lighter, something near a smile playing over his lips. "Yeah. Guess I can't lay down the law for them anyway. Most are too stubborn anyway."
He then grinned, maybe slightly over the sheer luck most of his friends loathed frilly pink things and thus had never seen fit to drag him inside Madame Puddifoot's, without subjecting themselves to the same horror. Her expression really said it all, and he was once more affirmed in his belief he would never, ever enter that teashop. Plus, he'd rather go to the Three Broomsticks or another pub anyway. Sure, the teashop was reknowned as a place to take a date, but he thought you could better take a girl somewhere the both of you could have fun, and not feel horribly cooped up, than somwhere where one, most probably the guy, would feel terribly uncomfortable with all the pink and frills. "I pity your luck really," he said, shaking his head, a smile on his face, "Luckily my friends aren't too fond of pink frilly things either. And yes. It might be nice, but everything in moderation, right?" He then nodded, a smirk at her comment abouot cakes. Yes, woman through and through after all. He had yet to meet a woman who could actually resist the temptation of a cake, the ones who didn't need solid food for sustenance excluded. He grinned at her, "Don't we all? Miss cake once it's gone that is?" For a moment he raised his eyebrows as she plopped down from her chair unto the ground, then shaking his head, she might look more like she belonged in Western society, but her clothing and some of her mannerisms did clearly indicate she wasn't exactly from around the corner, or at least didn't belong there. He smiled, "I understand completely what you mean. I decided sometime ago I would try and live "Muggle" for a week." He shrugged, grinning widely, "I lasted three days. Magic is a lot more convenient, no idea how Muggles work without it." What was more, he hadn't even used most of the electrical appliances, preferring to cook on fire anyway. He had for a moment watched that box, something with telly or whatever, but all it showed was a haze of grey and white, dots and a murmur, before he had shrugged and pulling out the plug. He really couldn't understand how Muggles could be so amused by it, but then again, maybe they were a little daft after all.
At her sigh he tilted his head, listening to her little rant about the Ministry. Not that he didn't fully agree, but he had kind of gotten used to it, sticking to befriending people who didn't mind, and keeping his mouth shut about what he was to people he didn't know too well. Sure enough, he had told her, and they had known each other for, what, maybe an hour or so, but this was different. She had smelled a little like a wolf anyway, so he had taken that she wasn't entirely human, so wouldn't be allowed to judge. He then grinned, "But isn't that just the male tactic when they realize they can't have a girl? Accusing she's just playing hard to get? Giving themselves just the teeniest bit of hope she might be interested in him anyway?" He then saw her get a little more somber, sitting on the floor, a strange look on her face, and he resisted the impulse to reach out and pat her on the head, telling her not to worry. Big softy he was anyway, not being able to see a girl look sad. He couldn't help it, he just had the idea it came as part of the Alpha thing, the protectiveness. So when she started smiling again he was a little relieved, to say the least. "Yeah, enough of them, They're idiots anyway." Then he hesitated. Yeah, what did he do as a grounds keeper? Pretty much the odd jobs, tending to sick creatures, making sure kids didn't set fire to the Forest, making sure none of the little creeps drowned each other or set things on fire. Repairing broken things and... "Good question. A bit of everything really, just taking care of the surroundings of Hogwarts and it's inhabitants. As for keeping students out of the Forest, I don't think I'd be able to stop them anyway, there isn't a warning to stay out anymore, so..." He shrugged, it was a simple as that. But then again, even if there had been a warning to stay out of the Forest, he knew there would be those who thought that was without reason. Did they know there were Acromantulas and worse things in the Forest? He wouldn't know, but he knew the Headmaster knew, and he knew it was his job to warn the students at start of term what not to do. "I guess that's pretty much my job description."
He smield at her, nodding. Perhaps the best leaders were like that, but he was far from a good leader, in his own opinion. A good leader didn't have his pack members hang around, or worse, date vampires. Gross really. Sure enough, he had one time also done a vampire, but he had been drunk, Rhys and Kit were both moderately sober and sane. Rhys had however been drugaddled, and Kit... Yeah, she was just basically a bit weird when it came to that, but his biggest wonder was how the hell they had stood the smell. If there was anything less lust inducing than the smell of a vampire, he couldn't think of it, but to each his own. He then watched Absinthe get up, undoing the belt of her robe, and than, quickly, shifting into a wolf. He watched with interest, it seemed a lot less painful than the change during the full moon, to say the very least, and it possibly went faster, though he wasn't sure of that, as when you were in pain, things seemed to last longer anyway. He saw the wolf step backward out of the robe, now on the floor, and then she came towards him, and he returned her wolfish smirk. A sight to behold indeed, a slightly creamy white, with relatively long fur, if he were to say so, but what did he know. He had once heard men could only differentiate between so many colours, so it was jsut a guess. She nuzzled his hand, and he smiled at her when she came to sit next to his chair, growling a little. He grinned, petting her head, stroking the fur, if it wasn't too bold. Quickly after that she walked away again, taking up the discarded robe in her jaws, and walking to behind the great mossgreen couch in the cabin. Big enough to hide behind, he guessed, as she probably was going to shift back. He couldn't really imagine getting back into a dress again when being a wolf would be easy really, but somehow she managed to reappear in some state of dress, with her clasping hooks and eyes together, and whatnot, her hair now a fluffy mane, several beads now missing.
He grinned at her, nodding, "Indeed a nice coat you have. I'd show you mine, but I'm can't really change at will you know." he shrugged, "You'll probably see it soon enough anyway." He then chuckled, watching her struggle to get control on her hair again, but obviously not really managing. He looked around for a moment, getting up, opening several drawers and slamming them shut again, until he had found what he had been looking for, something, he guessed, she might appreciate. He walked back, retaking his seat, reaching the elastic abnd out to her. "I'll check whether I can find any beads, but in the mean time you might like to use this." He then shook his head, indicating he wouldn't want to harm anyone, maybe a few exceptions though, but no way he was telling her that. He then laughed with her, "True. You know what they say, two heads is better than one. I'm not entirely sure whether they meant this to be in thinking or in mischief though." He then laughed, despite the fact he still kind of thought the robes looked enough like a dress to him, but once again, what did he know. Fashion was more a woman's department, right? He then nodded, content, "Good. And we could go to Hogsmeade together." He then quickly added, "If you don't mind of course. I'm just not really one for making shopping lists." He shrugged, it was true. He just basically kept in mind what things he really needed, and usually a lot of things got added along the way, so shopping lists were kind of obsolete by the time he got to where he went grocerie shopping.
He then grinned, maybe slightly over the sheer luck most of his friends loathed frilly pink things and thus had never seen fit to drag him inside Madame Puddifoot's, without subjecting themselves to the same horror. Her expression really said it all, and he was once more affirmed in his belief he would never, ever enter that teashop. Plus, he'd rather go to the Three Broomsticks or another pub anyway. Sure, the teashop was reknowned as a place to take a date, but he thought you could better take a girl somewhere the both of you could have fun, and not feel horribly cooped up, than somwhere where one, most probably the guy, would feel terribly uncomfortable with all the pink and frills. "I pity your luck really," he said, shaking his head, a smile on his face, "Luckily my friends aren't too fond of pink frilly things either. And yes. It might be nice, but everything in moderation, right?" He then nodded, a smirk at her comment abouot cakes. Yes, woman through and through after all. He had yet to meet a woman who could actually resist the temptation of a cake, the ones who didn't need solid food for sustenance excluded. He grinned at her, "Don't we all? Miss cake once it's gone that is?" For a moment he raised his eyebrows as she plopped down from her chair unto the ground, then shaking his head, she might look more like she belonged in Western society, but her clothing and some of her mannerisms did clearly indicate she wasn't exactly from around the corner, or at least didn't belong there. He smiled, "I understand completely what you mean. I decided sometime ago I would try and live "Muggle" for a week." He shrugged, grinning widely, "I lasted three days. Magic is a lot more convenient, no idea how Muggles work without it." What was more, he hadn't even used most of the electrical appliances, preferring to cook on fire anyway. He had for a moment watched that box, something with telly or whatever, but all it showed was a haze of grey and white, dots and a murmur, before he had shrugged and pulling out the plug. He really couldn't understand how Muggles could be so amused by it, but then again, maybe they were a little daft after all.
At her sigh he tilted his head, listening to her little rant about the Ministry. Not that he didn't fully agree, but he had kind of gotten used to it, sticking to befriending people who didn't mind, and keeping his mouth shut about what he was to people he didn't know too well. Sure enough, he had told her, and they had known each other for, what, maybe an hour or so, but this was different. She had smelled a little like a wolf anyway, so he had taken that she wasn't entirely human, so wouldn't be allowed to judge. He then grinned, "But isn't that just the male tactic when they realize they can't have a girl? Accusing she's just playing hard to get? Giving themselves just the teeniest bit of hope she might be interested in him anyway?" He then saw her get a little more somber, sitting on the floor, a strange look on her face, and he resisted the impulse to reach out and pat her on the head, telling her not to worry. Big softy he was anyway, not being able to see a girl look sad. He couldn't help it, he just had the idea it came as part of the Alpha thing, the protectiveness. So when she started smiling again he was a little relieved, to say the least. "Yeah, enough of them, They're idiots anyway." Then he hesitated. Yeah, what did he do as a grounds keeper? Pretty much the odd jobs, tending to sick creatures, making sure kids didn't set fire to the Forest, making sure none of the little creeps drowned each other or set things on fire. Repairing broken things and... "Good question. A bit of everything really, just taking care of the surroundings of Hogwarts and it's inhabitants. As for keeping students out of the Forest, I don't think I'd be able to stop them anyway, there isn't a warning to stay out anymore, so..." He shrugged, it was a simple as that. But then again, even if there had been a warning to stay out of the Forest, he knew there would be those who thought that was without reason. Did they know there were Acromantulas and worse things in the Forest? He wouldn't know, but he knew the Headmaster knew, and he knew it was his job to warn the students at start of term what not to do. "I guess that's pretty much my job description."
He smield at her, nodding. Perhaps the best leaders were like that, but he was far from a good leader, in his own opinion. A good leader didn't have his pack members hang around, or worse, date vampires. Gross really. Sure enough, he had one time also done a vampire, but he had been drunk, Rhys and Kit were both moderately sober and sane. Rhys had however been drugaddled, and Kit... Yeah, she was just basically a bit weird when it came to that, but his biggest wonder was how the hell they had stood the smell. If there was anything less lust inducing than the smell of a vampire, he couldn't think of it, but to each his own. He then watched Absinthe get up, undoing the belt of her robe, and than, quickly, shifting into a wolf. He watched with interest, it seemed a lot less painful than the change during the full moon, to say the very least, and it possibly went faster, though he wasn't sure of that, as when you were in pain, things seemed to last longer anyway. He saw the wolf step backward out of the robe, now on the floor, and then she came towards him, and he returned her wolfish smirk. A sight to behold indeed, a slightly creamy white, with relatively long fur, if he were to say so, but what did he know. He had once heard men could only differentiate between so many colours, so it was jsut a guess. She nuzzled his hand, and he smiled at her when she came to sit next to his chair, growling a little. He grinned, petting her head, stroking the fur, if it wasn't too bold. Quickly after that she walked away again, taking up the discarded robe in her jaws, and walking to behind the great mossgreen couch in the cabin. Big enough to hide behind, he guessed, as she probably was going to shift back. He couldn't really imagine getting back into a dress again when being a wolf would be easy really, but somehow she managed to reappear in some state of dress, with her clasping hooks and eyes together, and whatnot, her hair now a fluffy mane, several beads now missing.
He grinned at her, nodding, "Indeed a nice coat you have. I'd show you mine, but I'm can't really change at will you know." he shrugged, "You'll probably see it soon enough anyway." He then chuckled, watching her struggle to get control on her hair again, but obviously not really managing. He looked around for a moment, getting up, opening several drawers and slamming them shut again, until he had found what he had been looking for, something, he guessed, she might appreciate. He walked back, retaking his seat, reaching the elastic abnd out to her. "I'll check whether I can find any beads, but in the mean time you might like to use this." He then shook his head, indicating he wouldn't want to harm anyone, maybe a few exceptions though, but no way he was telling her that. He then laughed with her, "True. You know what they say, two heads is better than one. I'm not entirely sure whether they meant this to be in thinking or in mischief though." He then laughed, despite the fact he still kind of thought the robes looked enough like a dress to him, but once again, what did he know. Fashion was more a woman's department, right? He then nodded, content, "Good. And we could go to Hogsmeade together." He then quickly added, "If you don't mind of course. I'm just not really one for making shopping lists." He shrugged, it was true. He just basically kept in mind what things he really needed, and usually a lot of things got added along the way, so shopping lists were kind of obsolete by the time he got to where he went grocerie shopping.
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